John Moses was a black man
Lived half a mile from my grandaddy's farm
He worked his twenty acres
With a broke-down mule and muslces in his arms
For a can of RC Cola
He'd stop and share the widsom of his soul
And I'd sit there on that white fence
And listen to the stories that he told
He'd seen the Great Depression When a dollar was all a hard day's work would bring He'd watched the crosses burning In a time when freedom didn't ring He'd seen w rold where minds were closed And so many hearts were made of stone But I never heard a bitter word When I asked him 'bout the pain that he had known
He said life is full of fertile ground
But it takes a little rain to make things grow
And when it comes to harvest time
We're all bound to reap just what we sow
So the best that I can tell you boy
Is always do the best that you can do
Move the rocks and plow your fields
And plow between the rocks that you can't move
Now the year we burried Grandpa Life had really knocked me to the ground The woman I loved had left me And the business I'd built up was shuttin down I went to see John Moses To talk about the trouble on my mind But that old farmhouse was covered up In kudzu and honeysuckle vines
D I leaned against that rusty fence
And let the past blow through me like the wind
And as the sun was sinkin low
I could've sworn I heard his voice again
He said life is full of fertile ground
But it takes a little rain to make things grow
And when it comes to harvest time
We're all bound to reap just what we sow
So the best that I can tell you boy
Is always do the best that you can do
Move the rocks and plow your fields
And plow between the rocks that you can't move
Move the rocks and plow your fields And plow between the rocks that you can't move
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